@oceansfirst said : You know what he's good at? Taking his goddamn hurt and wielding it like a weapon. He's always been incredible at making anything into a weapon. Take for instance RIGHT NOW. Sloshed, a mix of whiskey and gin fueling his systems, and he is DANGEROUS. Stupid, cruel smirk as he lets his inner thoughts out, ❝ Y'know, I'd do it again ❞ They both don't need the context for what he is talking about.
❝ Say the words and I'll do it again. Man want ta' ⸺ Only one right? Who else would do somthin' like it? Ehh, joke about havin' a futzing suit for e'erythin' ! You know how I'd take 'im down, first you gotta jam thrusters, shutdown a few systems, emp or shock, slow 'im down not stop 'cause the key not the shut gotta slosh his futzing brain 'round he can't think than DEAD; if lucky and fast, right comb, SEVEN. seven arrows.
❞ ANOTHER SWIG. ❝ Y' just need another one; base of the skull right. I'd do again; 'casue fuckin' love you, respect me. who wouldn't do what their friend BEGGED them ta do? ❞
It makes Banner feel something in the pit on his stomach, being around men when they're drinking, he knows all too well what liquor does to them, it emboldens, gives them the courage to hurt him, at least this time he deserved it. Keep his emotions in check long enough for Clint to get out what he clearly needed to.
That hurt more than the arrow itself, doesn't mean however he was just going to idly stand by and watch Clint drink himself any further into the depths of despair, owes him at least that much. Without another word snatches the bottle from him, other hand for his shoulder.
❝ Not you, but all I'm begging you to do right now is sober up ❞